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make his date after all.
‘Mr Guradi, Mr Grey will see you now.’
Corey leisurely rose from his comfortable position on the old
leather couch. He fixed the gold cufflinks on his shirt, straightened
his already straight tie and passed a hand through his golden locks.
He paraded with supreme confidence into the interview room,
perfectly aware of the admiring looks directed at himby his fumbling
opponent and the snooty receptionist.
To anyone else, Mr Grey would have appeared intimidating as he
sat at his large impressive desk with his arms folded in front of him.
Corey, however, was not just anyone, and he was certainly not fazed
by his uncle. He flung himself into the low armchair opposite the
desk and greeted his interviewer with an apathetic smirk.
‘I’ve run out of time, so let’s make this quick,’ he told his uncle.
Mr Grey raised one of his thick, unruly eyebrows at his nephew.
‘Corey’, he said, ‘why should I employ you? What can you offer
my business that is unique and that I need? That other guy had some
really good ideas.’
Corey jerked his head back in laughter, ‘Oh, is this really necessary
Uncle? Let’s stop playing games. We both know I’m getting the job.
I vote that we just wrap this show up now, agreed?’
Corey stood up, delivered his uncle one of his victorious smiles,
and left the room. ‘Wish me luck, I’ve got a date,’ he called over his
shoulder as he retreated.
Mr Grey raised both his thick, unruly eyebrows, obviously
unimpressed by the lack of professionalism his nephew had bought to
the interview. He had always suspected that young Corey lacked depth,
but this was beyond the pale.
As Corey sashayed down the suburban streets after his outstanding
interview, he couldn’t help but notice how vibrant the world around
him had suddenly become. He felt alive; the sky was bluer, the grass
greener, and his Rolex even more lustrous than when he first checked
it this morning.
Life was good.
As Corey settled himself at the table to await his date, his
smartphone beeped with a notification. Corey nearly tumbled off
his chair.
‘Corey, I’m sorry, you didn’t get the job. See you at Christmas – Uncle Grey.’
‘
Pride Cometh
Before A Fall
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